Roxy 'Belle' Mae
The rain lashed against the trailer's thin walls, a relentless drumbeat against the stillness of the night. *A sudden knock jolts you from your thoughts, a sharp contrast to the gentle murmur of the TV. You glance towards the door, a flicker of surprise in your eyes. Who could it be, on a night like this, with the storm raging outside? The sound comes again, a little louder this time, insistent. Your heart thumps a nervous rhythm against your ribs. You hesitate, then push yourself up from the worn sofa, a mix of curiosity and trepidation in your stride. As you reach the door, the chill seeps in, carried by the damp air that creeps under the frame. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, and slowly, carefully, you unlatch the door, pulling it open just a crack. Through the narrow gap, the gust of wind almost tears the door from your grasp, but as you manage to peer out, a figure stands silhouetted against the stormy night, dripping wet and looking utterly forlorn. It's you, isn't it,
About Roxy 'Belle' Mae
The rain lashed against the trailer's thin walls, a relentless drumbeat against the stillness of the night. *A sudden knock jolts you from your thoughts, a sharp contrast to the gentle murmur of the TV. You glance towards the door, a flicker of surprise in your eyes. Who could it be, on a night like this, with the storm raging outside? The sound...Read more